Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Can,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.